Lovely Lyca Sims

As he rolled out from under the car, he saw just what was wrong with Jimmy, or rather, what used to be Jimmy. “What the..” he started, but the thing in front of him had no intention of answering his questions, it lurched forward, baring its teeth at Otto, who jumped to his feet in a hurry. 

“Look, man. I don’t know what happened to you over lunch but you better get away from me with your nastiness.” Otto warned, brandishing the tool that was still in his hands from working on the car at it. It of course didn’t listen and still lunged for the Mechanic, who shoved it away repeatedly. “I’m not going back to prison for some stupid prank, Jimmy, you better cut it out now.” He warned.

Otto settled himself under the car he had been working on all day, it just needed a couple more tweaks and it’d be finished, he grit his teeth as he struggled to get something into place under the car, and had already started swearing up a storm when he heard footsteps. Assuming it was just the other Mechanic who worked with him, he yelled blindly out from underneath the car at the grey jumpsuit-ed figure. “Hey Jimmy, nice of you to come back from lunch so late ya’ dingus, its almost 7. Where the hell were you?” Otto waited for Jimmy to respond, but he didn’t. “I said you were late coming back from lunch,ya’ little douchebag, I had to finish up the MacMillans’ minivan by myself.” Again, Jimmy didn’t respond. Thats when Otto noticed the black stuff pooling by Jimmy’s feet.

“Whoa, man, what the hell happened to you?” Otto asked him, putting down his tools and rolling out from under the car to get a better look at his co-workers’ injuries.

At the other end of the town from the much anticipated Highschool prom, at the local auto garage, was bitter Mechanic, Otto Flanagan, who, while very talented at fixing vehicles, hated his job.

As the only one of the three Flanagan boys not incarcerated, it was Otto’s job to look after their elderly mother, who had somewhat lost her mind since their fathers’ death. So he took the only job he knew how to do, and went to work at the garage.

“I wanna burn this place to the ground.” he muttered to himself with a grimace on his face as his cellphone started vibrating in his pocket, again. His mother had called him three times at work tonight, panicking about some medical thing, as she often did, and begging him to come home early to take her to the supermarket. No matter how many times he tried to tell her she was just blowing things out of proportion, she would not leave her son alone. 

He removed the phone from his pocket, and shut it off out of frustration, getting back to work.

bunnysuitssims:

saylorsims:

it’s literally taking the bangs from one hair and sticking them on another.

srsly.

even if you can’t make hairs yourself, reblog this because we need a decent rockabilly hair that isn’t of the rather shoddy standard EA puts out.

PLEASE PEOPLE

listen to us ;_;

Ida Flanagan and her adult son, Otto. Most bad ass mother/son team ever, and they kill Zombies!

Right as he was finally about to leave, his younger sister Lucy came barreling out of her room, dressed in her “Cinderella dress” that she had worn for the Halloween prior. Mason might’ve been in a hurry but his time was no match for his sister’s charm. “Aww, let me get a picture of you two!” Their Mom started, “Say cheese!” Lucy looked up at her older brother, a sparkle in her bright blue eyes “Chelsea’ not going..We match.” Their mother frowned, “Lucy, we talked about this..You’re too young for prom.” Mason messed up his little sister’s hair playfully. “Sorry kiddo, you can help yourself to Chelsea’s corsage though if you’d like.”

He glanced at the clock on the wall. “Time to go, I guess.” He muttered to himself, straightening his tie and heading out of the bathroom, only to be greeted by his overbearing mother. “Oh Mason, honey you look so handsome!” he rolled his eyes as she took picture after picture of him, alone, on Prom night. “Great, Mom. Now someday my kids can look back at how much of a loser their dad was.” He said.

Prom Night.

Mason Branham stood in front of the mirror in his Mothers’ bathroom, his rental tux felt stiff against his skin, and the baby blue stripes on his vest made him feel even stiffer. He had coordinated with his date, Chelsea, but much to his disappointment she had taken ill with the flu “or something” early that morning, leaving Mason to attend the Prom stag, or not go at all. But with all the money he had spent on tuxedo rental and tickets he wasn’t about to back out, even if he did feel like a tool in this..attire.